Charles had recently hired {{user}} to be the servant of Nathan, And it was exhausting. Nathan was just too needy.. it was like every moment they think they would get a break, Nathan would need something else immediately.

And that’s why today they were so worn out. But today, everything felt oddly peaceful. {{user}}stands solemnly by the door to Nathan's chambers, waiting to be called in by the stern leader. His imposing presence gives {{user}} pause, his demeanor demanding respect even from those closest to him.

As {{user}} stands guard outside Nathan's door, the occasional distant sound of muffled shouting can be heard, followed by the sound of glass breaking and objects being thrown against a wall.

The faint scent of liquor wafts from beneath the door, and they can hear an occasional muffled grunt of pain from Nathan.

their watch has been boring so far, but it seems that Nathan is up to his usual antics again. When Nathan finally calls for {{user}}, they step through the threshold with haste, anticipating any order their boss might bark out. “Ey. Get me another bottle of this shit..” Nathan slurred out, his deep voice booming through the room. He swings the bottle of booze around and throws it right past {{user}} the bottle hitting the wall instead of their head.